Urn With Dead Flowers In A Drained Pool

I need your lie

Darling love lies

And if you gave it to me

I'd hold it in the palm of my hand

like a good luck charm, or a vice

And I'd reach up like a child to receive it

There is no more said

There is no more real

I got sun on my back

I remember you

Take me inside

Your warm love lie

And if he took me

I'd hold him up to the light

like a god, or a good luck charm, or a vice

And I'd open up like a child to believe it

There is no more said

There is no more real

Got sun on my back

And I remember you

No

There is no more said

There's, there is no more real

I got sun on my back

And I remember you

And still you can't give your peace to me